Chapter 3

“We did say we would be grateful.” said Jane. Jack was weakening, he had started with a determination not to take advantage of her or Annabel. Susan was asleep, Annabel was at university; now Jane had come downstairs and was offering herself. He was already tenting, she could see that. She was wearing shortie pyjamas with a teeshirt top that she was offering to remove. The shorts were stretching over her bottom and tightly pulling at the front. Her arms were already crossing and starting to pull the top up.

He reached across to stop her, missed her arms and found his hand on her naked breast. “Oooo, you are keen, I’m pleased, I thought you were unwilling.”

“Look, that was an accident. I ... you have lovely breasts. You have a lovely body. But it is very young. And look.” He pulled out his cock and she did at least open her eyes wider. “It is quite big for your inexperienced body.”

“I’m not a virgin ... I’m NOT!” He didn’t believe her, he was sure she was; and that was tempting him too.

“Okay, okay. But you aren’t experienced, not very. I think you should sleep with a boy, your own age, not someone with grown up children.” He didn’t say ‘old enough to be your father’ because firstly, her father was dead, and secondly, it sounded just a bit sordid; and if he did give in, he didn’t want that thought in his head.

“You’d fuck Anna.”

“I ... well ... No, I don’t think I would. No, yes, I would. That is, I would like to. She, like you, is slim and firm and lovely; and I’d love to ... have sex ... with someone like that, like you. But you are too young. Too young for me, I mean. No! Stop that.” She had dropped her pyjama top and let the shorts slip down. She was standing only in her pants. They were small, like high leg shorts, made of lacy material, and lined with lace round the legs. She slid her thumbs into the waistband. “No! Do not remove them, please.”

“Why?”

“I’d not be able to think straight.”

“Do you like my tits?”

“Yes, you know I do, stop cupping them. Noooo. Oh shit!” She had distracted him by cupping her left breast and then dropped her pants with her right hand. She had smooth skin, and a sparse covering of curly hair that didn’t hide the slit that had barely shown lips yet. He was hard as a rock and starting to relish the prospect of fucking that tight wee cunt. She reached out and held his cock. “Ooo, that is too nice. Look I really don’t think you should.” She started to rub up and down. “Now look. I ... Ohhh” She had leant forward and rubbed the warm skin of her breasts on his penis. “I...” then she knelt and opened her mouth and his tip was wet and warm in her mouth. “Oh fuck! I was deterrrrmm. Determined not to. I...” She looked up and rubbed again. Then she looked at him again, “Look, I swore I would not. I’d love to, but it wouldn’t be right.”

“What is it about me that you like?”

“All of you.”

“Be specific.” “Well, I love your face, it is sweet, and the freckles come out in the sunshine and really suit you. And I love you firm, breasts. They are small, but perfect. And I love your slim waist and smooth skin, and yes, thank you.” she had stood up and done a turn. “Yes, I love your tight wee bum and your hairless snatch and I’d love to...”

“Well do. I don’t mind. I promised.”

“But you aren’t old enough ... for me, I mean. Or I’m too old for you. You need a boy your own age to -”

“To fumble up my skirt and pull out his prick and do it crudely and badly. I know Mum likes it with you, I want to know why.”

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea.” The thing was, he knew he couldn’t stop her. He was soft putty in her hands, apart from the cock that she held, that was firm as a rock. Theoretically, he knew that any court, any newspaper, any ‘chattering class, do-gooder’ would say that a man should be able to control his libido and it would all be his fault; but he also knew that he, men in general, were just as much prey to their hormones; and his were screaming ‘fuck her!’. Thousands of years of evolution were saying ‘she’s young, fertile and pretty, fuck her’, actually evolution didn’t insist on the pretty part once you’d got to this stage. A girl with a bag over her head would get a man erect if she was stark naked.

That was when he finally realised his escape route. He let her stroke it, and imagined himself pushing her to the floor and mounting her, and her saying he was too big, and him ignoring her and shoving harder into that tight wee cunt and...”I – YES!” and a stream of white fluid flew out onto her hand. Another stream followed, and then a smaller one. She looked a little disgusted, her hand was covered in sticky fluid. He wanted her to lick it, but she was actually not happy. It wasn’t nice. That wasn’t what she’d been planning. She had been intending to get him really excited and then he could push her to the floor and – actually pretty much the same as he had just visualised to come early.

“Urrgh”

“I’m sorry. You made me come. What did you expect? Naked and rubbing me with your lovely firm tits. And licking it with your mouth. I’m only a human.”

“Does mum do that for you?”

“How did you know?”

“We’ve all known for ages. I mean she suddenly got happy; and you were there. So?”

“I’m not telling you what we do, if we do anything. And I won’t tell her that you sucked me off.”

“Thanks. I ... can I get dressed?” said Jane

“Yes, please do; still distracting, but not as bad as being naked and sexy and...”

“Yes, thanks. Umm, you won’t tell Annabel either?” He wasn’t totally sure which part he wasn’t meant to say; was it that she hadn’t got him inside her, that she had sucked him, that he had come on her hand?

“I won’t tell anyone. Yes, that’s better.” She was dressed. She still looked young, slim, and sexy. She still had a sticky hand. “Go and wash your hand. Do you want some cacao?”

And that is how Susan found them, in the kitchen, drinking cacao. “Jane couldn’t sleep, so we were chatting about favourite holiday destinations; what’s yours?” Jack said. It wasn’t that Susan was stupid or slow; just young. She wasn’t ready to understand the tawdry, messy convolutions that adults get themselves into. They chatted and the two girls went back to bed. Somehow, despite what had nearly happened, and what actually had happened, they were all just on the right side of ‘friends’ and everything slipped back to normal.